Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my child

it, because Roger shakes

shouts, his hands still hard on my

Dominic” He looks

the clearing

up to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s

see how grave his expression

it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in

follow his gaze, and

One covered in the

robes, the other…

set off again in an instant, as fast as I can go –

the baby in

someone tug at Rafe and my instincts kick in,

is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating

mouth

his eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me

no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to

me the

my poor

to hold him close, to never let

go again…

more glance towards those forms in

hastily hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will

word I take off, sprinting towards my fallen

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince as the

of my face with my hands.

morning?

then I realize,

I don’t remember going

wary, trying to

I’m not even in

Inside at all…

bright forest and down at the soft

running my hands over the crisp white linens. Where the hell

a soft voice says, and I whip my head up to look

woman standing in front of me. I

she’s so beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t be

voice low

soft smile I

head and coming close

hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been

confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

shaking her head.

be worried about these questions, except Dr. Hank says

is fine. You’re just really,

ask, frowning up at her. But she just smiles at

before sitting herself in my lap. My arms